“Son, when you grab your uniform, make sure you stand firm in your stance to be nothing like me.” “I won’t,” I declare confidently. “No, because you’ll do it better, right?” He shakes his head ironically. “You won’t hurt your son, or fuck with his head, or belittle him like I swore I wouldn’t. You won’t disappear from your wife day by day like I swore I wouldn’t. Go to war one man and come back another. You’ll be the exception, the better soldier, husband, and father. You won’t ever bring the war you carry on your back through your front door.”
